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Just now you were walking around the house with an old walkie-talkie. You made me talk on it and then I handed it back, after which you held it to your ear and said:

“Nemo? Nemo! Wa’ doing? Yeah…Yeah…bye bye.”

Complete with nodding and looking into space, just like your parents. Very, very amusing.

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Sneaky butt! You’ve worked out a few tricks, you have.

Firstly, you can fib with the best of them: when I ask you if you have a stinky butt, you think about it briefly and answer with a very firm “no”.
Second, you know it’s not okay to push people, so tonight you were pushing Daddy, but saying “Press” instead of “Push”. Because pressing things is okay.

Dad was undressing you for bed just before and you’re a little tired and grumpy from being sick. When he took your shirt off over your head, it hurt your ears, and you turned to him and said, “No hurting.” I don’t think I’ve ever said that to you, although we often say “no touching” or “no pushing”. You’ve learned enough to apply a different verb. Cool!

We didn’t see Gedda and Lissy the other day after all, because you were asleep and your nap was more important at the time. Today you still have that gunked-up nose and that’s been joined by a chesty cough. You’ve been pretty easygoing all the same, which makes life easier all round.

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Ethan Hope is…The Stapler

You’re sick. Poor guy, the whole gloopy nose and itchy eyes thing. And your eczema is really bad again.

A week ago you had the weirdest evening. You were tired in the morning when we went to Playdayz, and I didn’t think too much of it at the time, but then that night, about when your Dad got home, you just developed a whopping great temperature. I was worried, so we called your Nana – we figured she was the best person to call since she’s a nurse and all – and she said to just keep your fluids up and see what happened. So we did, and the next morning I took you to the doctor (you love going to the doctor’s; she has great toys in the waiting room) and you were fine. But since then, you’ve been napping earlier and a little bit longer, so I figure it’s either a major growth spurt or teething. And since you’ve also been a fussier eater lately, I’m guessing teething. At least these are the last ones, finally.

But you’ve been learning new words and saying sentences more and more every day. It’s going to be sad when you don’t babble like you used to. But two days ago you started nodding and saying, “Yes” or “Uh-huh” when we ask you a question, which is a pleasant change. And this morning, we asked you if you wanted some of Dad’s Weetbix and instead of saying no, you sort of wiggled your butt and shook your head like a little “No thanks” dance or something. It was so cute we asked you again so you’d repeat it. And you did.

Every morning when you get up, you spend a few seconds naming the objects around you. So we might be sitting on the couch and you’ll point to a cup and say, “Cup” and then point to the table and say “Table” and so on. I don’t really know why you do it – maybe you need to reset your brain every morning.

We moved your new bed (the other new bed) into your room the other day and you helped me make the bed by jumping on it. You were a big help, really, because I’d ask you to pass me a pillow or a blanket, and you’d do your best to pick it up and hand it over.

Today it’s been pretty warm so we spent some time outside, and you sniffed all the flowers and said, “Oh, yummy!”. You smile on command now, and automatically when you see a camera. And you’re totally in love with your reflection, wherever you see it. In the TV, in a shop window, in the big mirror, you have to stop and make faces at yourself, or put on a hat and check it out, or eat something and run to the mirror to see what it looks like in your mouth after you’ve chewed it. Yesterday we showed you your shadow and you waved at it and ran around, looking a little perturbed at the fact that it followed you everywhere.

Today we’ll be seeing Gedda and Pappy and Uncle Jason and Aunty Lissy. They’re up visiting Gran and Pop so that Gran can talk to Lissy and Jason about the wedding ceremony. It’s going to be a family affair since Gran is the marriage celebrant. This weekend you’re having a boys’ weekend with Daddy while I go down to see Aunty Lissy, then next weekend we might be going to Blenheim to see Nana and Grandad, and your great-Grandad who lives in Australia will be there! Then the weekend after that is Jason and Lissy’s wedding and we’ll all be going to that.

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The story so far

Name: Ethan Hamilton Hope

Age: 18 months, plus a week or so

Physical description: Short, dark blonde hair with a bathtime mohawk that never combs out, big deep blue eyes, pot-belly, red cheeks, serious expression, mouth usually open

Distinguishing marks: Eczema patches on back, scratch on cheek, some dribble on chin, outie belly-button, no back molars (yet)

Special talents: Quoting Homestarrunner, saying “Thank you” in sign language, dancing to the Jack in the Box song (not the burger chain), being a spazz, dancing to “Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes”

Favourite things: his Teddy, Finding Nemo, being warm, cuddles at bedtime, blowing kisses, string, playgrounds, running through the mall, any variation on peekaboo, putting something in the middle of the floor and running circles around it, running fullspeed into someone’s arms

Likes: singing, dancing, bouncing, curries, climbing on stuff, opening doors, riding his bike, throwing stuff, eating stuff, pouring water on stuff, licking stuff, playing with the computer, sleeping, waking up at midnight to play, trucks, diggers, cars, buses, bikes, drawing pictures, being naked

Dislikes: Clothes, baby corn, blue brie, sharing, the first two minutes of daycare, having to sit still, being behind a locked door, not having everything he wants

Words he says: too many to list, but highlights include oopsydaisy, all fall down, one-two-three, E-T-N! (spelling his name), up high, down low, open-shut, boing-boing, sit down, put-a-feet-down! (when pushing off the table in his highchair), draw picture, shark, fish, dog, panda, sore tummy/foot/toes, kiss-better, baweeted, monster-raargh, eat-a-tea, lunch (or yunch), breakfast (or beh-fash), lounge (younge), up-a-bed, Peter-Wolf, feed-a-bird/duck, nicely, cheeeeese, chicken, sausage (so-tish), Hannah, Matthew, Amelia (Mee-ya), George, Jake, Thomas, Trent, Rachel (all his friends), Nana, Grandad, Gedda, Pappy, Mummy, Daddy, Steve, Tim, Scott, Joda, Liss, oh-no, ohhh-mess, basket, drive-a-car, supermarket, shops, lolly, chips, news, Blues Clues, Hi-Five, Simpsons, Spider-Man (Pi-man – his dad taught him that)

Stuff he does: Escapes, drinks my coffee, tries to sneak beer, types on my keyboard, talks on the phone, pretends to drive the car, sniffs the flowers (except he blows out instead of breathing in), picks the lemons, chases the birds, draws pictures of colourful squiggles, eats with a spoon, wipes his own face and hands afterwards, brushes his teeth, operates heavy machinery

World-domination skills: extreme cuteness, can work the lights and wipers on the car, will soon be able to drive competently, demonstrates elementary computer hacking skillz0rs, could call China and leave horrendous phone bills in his wake, hits pretty hard, throws sharp objects well, climbs out of own bed, excellent tantrum skills, irritating whining sound around dinnertime